The Photo Challenge on our other site https://weeklyprompts.com is Bucolic. This is my response to the prompt.
The UK is enjoying a glorious heatwave, and last week I took advantage of the warm weather and hosted a small, evening drinks party.
During the morning, having decided that the supermarket probably couldn’t supply my shopping list in full, I took a ten-minute drive to my local M & S food store (Marks and Spencer) where I purchased wine, nibbles and a few ingredients to make my canapés.
As it was such a bright clear morning, I took the scenic route across the top of Otley Chevin, and when passing ‘Surprise View’ carpark, I couldn’t resist stopping off for a little while to admire the magnificent views, right here on my doorstep.
The Wharfe Valley and the Yorkshire Dales.
Nestling in the Wharfe Valley is the little market town of Otley
If you have read the introduction to this photo challenge on our other site Weekly Prompts, you may have noted that I once asked my late husband for the meaning of the word Bucolic. His instant reply was “You’re living it!”
My little soiree was a success, and as it was a warm summer evening, we sat upstairs on the balcony or as my twenty-something son refers to it, the roof terrace. We enjoyed good food, good wine and good company with each of us taking great pleasure in watching the animals grazing in the fields below. My husband got it just right, I am living the life, the good life and I will be forever grateful.
And so… A taste of my Bucolic life…
The following poem by Christopher Marlowe (1564 – 1593) sums up Bucolic nicely.
- Come live with me and be my Love,
- And we will all the pleasures prove
- That hills and valleys, dale and field,
- And all the craggy mountains yield.
- There will we sit upon the rocks
- And see the shepherds feed their flocks,
- By shallow rivers, to whose falls
- Melodious birds sing madrigals.
© SueW-nansfarm.net 2018 – In response to the word-prompt Bucolic from our other site https://weeklyprompts.com/2018/07/14/photo-challenge-bucolic